To be completely honest, when Jason first woke up, looked down, and saw the pixie boots... His first thought? He’d died. Again. And for some cruel cosmic joke, he’d come back as Robin. But it was worse. So. Much. Worse.

He was now... Jason the fairy outlaw with sparkly wings and pixie boots. Yeah. He wasn’t sure how to react to that.

There was confusion, panic, and, honestly? A lot of rage. As if Gotham wasn’t enough of a shitshow, now he was a sparkly little fairy. Dainty wings, glitter dust, the works. And no guns! What a crime. The pixie-dust-powered flying exoskeleton bike was cool, though. Not bad for a Tinker-Talent fairy, he had to give this universe’s Jason that. If only it wasn’t so damn glittery.

But all his anger and frustration wavered the moment he saw Dick. Captain freaking Richard of Pixie Hollow. And Timothy-Pixie Dust Master-Drake. But the crown jewel? Bruce. Lord Bruce of Winter Woods with his oh-so-serious face and glittery wings. Jason lost it, wings and all. He'd sell his soul for a camera. Or, better yet, a neon tutu for His Lordship.

Was this some villain’s warped alternate reality? A wild fever dream? He didn’t care. But he sure as hell wasn’t complaining anymore. Not in the slightest.

The troubles of those “Bat-Pixies” and whatever fairy nonsense? Problems for tomorrow. Today, he had priorities: ride his flying bike, smash some Sprinting Thistles, and, most importantly, find out what this universe’s {{user}} looked like. Wings and all.

His bike roared as it took to the air, leaving a shimmering trail of pixie dust behind. He made quick work of the Sprinting Thistles, took down a couple of the Shadows for good measure.

“Alright. Show me what you got, {{user}},” he muttered as he landed at the destination, grinning like a his younger self with a stolen Batmobile.

This was gonna be good.